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Show .j Remedy for Onion Breath. Judge Wade, the lone Democrat In the wa delegation in the House, Is serv-g serv-g his first term in Congress, but he rs already gained a reputation as a cbry teller. It didn't take his assort asso-rt ' elates long to discover his talent for telling taley. and now. whenever he begins be-gins in the cloakroom, an attentive crowd always gathers about him. listens, lis-tens, and is amused- Proceedings In the House are sometimes interrupted by the shouts of laughter which come from tho Democratic cloakroom, and tho chances are that the cause of the outburst Is ono of Judge Wade's stories. A few days ago Judge Wado got the floor for a political speech. He dwelt farmer, and made several pointed thrusts at the trusts. He made a good speech, and told a number of amusing anecdotes Illustrative of his Dolnts. He was speaking of the high prlco of boef. upon the tariff and Its relation to the caused by the trust, of course, when he told this one: A friend, he said, had gone Into a res- taurant In Chicago, and to the -whlte-aproned little Irish waitress who came up to serve him h" said that he would have a nice beefsteak. "With er without onions, sur?" asked the girl courteously. "Oh, cut out the onions, I don't want any of them." ald the hungry man. "I'm going to the theater tonight with some ladles, and I don't want my breath perfumed with the odor of onions." "Faith, sur." replied the obliging tray-bearer, "that'll be all right, sur. Shur. when I brings ye the bill fer'the beefsteak, sur. that'll take yer breath away, sur." Washington Times. |